Posts Tagged ‘high heels’

I found out about this shoot by Madame Peripetie, entitled “Insectarium”, via the Coilhouse blog. Coilhouse is one of my favourite indie magazines, calling itself “a love letter to alternative culture, written in an era where alt culture no longer exists.” It’s very much to my taste, referencing everything from science fiction to art to fetish culture. I’m charmed and inspired by everything I see, and hope they stay afloat long enough to gain ground and show us what else they can come up with. I strongly recommend you go out and check it out. Or look at the blog, to get a sense of what it’s about.

Anyway, this shoot completely captured my imagination. It reminds me of an incredibly overblown take on the editorial Tilda Swinton did for Another Magazine, where she interpreted the idea of the traditional curvy female in a variety of ways. The clothes here and the shoes look like they’re stills from a nightmare, drawn out in ways that morph the human form in new ways. I’d love to see more like this, particularly the shoes. Brings a whole new dimension to the concept of body modification.

Well, smack my ass and call me Stripper Barbie! I’ve found the newest on the list of Impractical Shoes I Will Never Afford Or Wear But Still Bizarrely Covet. It’s coming straight from the hot little design studio of one Charlotte Olympia (surnamed Dellal, sister to Alice, she of the half-shorn head.) The line has a lot of other very cool, intensely covet-worthy shoes, but there’s just something about the ridiculousness of this particular pair that speaks to me. I mean, how best to compliment my mainly black, red and navy wardrobe than with a splash of BRIGHT SCREAMING PINK?! (Actually, I have about three pairs of shoes this colour, so apparently it’s a thing with me. And I wear none of them. Ever. I should work on that.)

For any of you with a spare G to drop and an aching void waiting to be filled with PLATFORM, they’re available here.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to figure out how to fit them into my daily routine. Easy to wear to work at a law firm, non? No, you say? And I might break my ankles? And I can’t afford them anyway, so I should stop daydreaming about my alternate existence as a sexy spy/fembot who can pull these off without being pointed at?